Page 24 of A Reel Christmas in Romance
Thursday night came andwent with no word from Amanda back in Salem. That was fine, though. His boss would get back to him soon enough, and he’d deal with whatever she had to say.
He did have word from Marianne, though, or at least his alter-ego did. The email had been waiting for him when he awoke Friday morning.
Hello, Duck-Man,
This is the last time I’ll be calling you that. After tomorrow, I’ll know who you really are, and I’ll have a real name to call you by.
Unless it’s something ridiculous, in which case you will remain the Duck-Man. Or, at least, Ducky. Especially if you happen to look like Jon Cryer.
Yes, believe it or not, I have seenPretty in Pink, even though it was made several decades later than anything the Esmerelda shows. I’ve seen every movie John Hughes ever made, thank you very much.
Anyway, I will be happy to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.
Fondly,
Marianne
Jack had wrestled all night with what to do if Marianne agreed to go out to the airport, and he’d woken up with the answer. He had to tell her everything, and to heck with the consequences. He hadn’t even needed to seek out his brother’s advice; it really was the only answer, and the one he should have come to days ago.
Better late than never, though. He’d tell her this afternoon, and whatever would happen then, would happen.
